Martial Sage

The whole army is overthrown, and everyone is in danger.

The headed Khan had been bombarded by the unknown stone without fighting back, and a sad mood surged into his heart.

Many of the soldiers who fled were also affected by Khan's mood, and their mood was depressed.

A mood of grief permeated the entire army.

"In such a rush, but want the class teacher to return to the city?"

An abrupt voice came from the front.

Tianxiang Khan, who was galloping at the forefront, was shocked by this familiar voice.

He hurriedly reined in his horse and looked up at the raised soil slope.

On the low mound, a figure slowly emerged, holding a silver gun with a solemn expression, under the helmet inlaid with animal bones, a pair of deep eyes, like a quiet ocean.

The slowly undulating figure, straddling the tall horse, stood quietly on the top of the mound.

Behind him, someone in the same costume walked out.

one.

two.

Three.

...

The Tianxiang Khan, who had stopped in front of the mound, squinted his eyes slightly, covered the sky with light, stared carefully, and recognized this person.

After a glance, thousands of soldiers lined up and slowly appeared on the top of the mountain.

"Brother Shuhan, what... what do you mean?"

The road is blocked, and there are chasing soldiers behind, Tianxiang Khan does not intend to talk nonsense with this kid in front of him.

But deep down, Tianxiang Khan still hoped that the person who had taken in would retain some kindness.

The condescending brother Shuhan glanced at the vast crowd below with a solemn expression.

"Khan, long ago, I gave you the right to choose, but you have the right to be a child's play."

"Now it's so self-sufficient!"

The voice just fell. A sneer came from Jie Li Khan's side.

The lieutenant shook the horse's rein and slowly walked forward, a cold light shot out from a pair of cold eyes.

"Falling down? Are you worthy too?"

"Go away!"

It was a defeat, and there was no place to vent his anger, but this brother Shu Han was actually adding fuel to the fire and taunting.

Therefore, the lieutenant did not show mercy between his words.

With the cold wind blowing on his face and a slight chill, Ge Shuhan jabbed the silver spear in his hand violently on the ground.

"The persuasion has already been brought. It is either surrender or war, you choose."

"To pass from here, I have to ask about the spear in my hand!"

This scene is a bit familiar. Before the three armies, there was a same general who pointed the spear in his hand at him in the same way.

After two or three betrayals, Tianxiang Khan was furious.

For his subordinates, he can be regarded as an expression of true feelings, seemingly weak, but some inner words. But for outsiders, how can Tianxiang Khan easily compromise!

Before the mansion would speak again, Tianxiang Khan walked up, his eyes were chilling.

"Brother Shuhan, you are supposed to wander the grassland and be your company with evil wolves. The two clans of this king are originally from the same origin and are kindly taken in."

"This time, you will avenge your grievances and get down to the ground."

"Huh! Do you really think my khan is muddled?"

After all, the blade pointed directly at the group of people on the slope and shouted.

"The road is your own choice! Even if I fall into the hands of the Tang army today, I will definitely remove you, a traitor, quickly!"

"Kill them!"

Endless resentment overwhelmed the fear in the heart, and the embarrassment on the previous battlefield finally found a way out.

A spark of revenge emerged from the hot eyes of all the soldiers, rushing towards the figure on the mound.

"I'll fight you, a warrior of the steppe!"

"Also let you see how powerful our Western Turkic soldiers are!"

The lieutenant’s angry hissing sound shook throughout the entire army and administration, riding on the burgundy war horse, carrying a spear, like a wolf, rushing away.

Among the rushing army, the two tribes of Tushiqi and Shushini were gone, and all of Hu Luju was left on the previous battlefield. In fact, most of the people who flee were from the tens of thousands of tiger division tribes of the Tianxiang Khan.

At this moment, the two teams, representing the two most powerful teams on the grassland, collided together.

The spear and halberd in the hands of the lieutenant in the lead fluttered and fluttered. At a step before him, flesh and bones splashed, and the horse with a huge gap in the neck was torn down in a pool of blood with grief neighing. Falling to the ground, he drew the scimitar from his waist and slashed the horse that rushed up the slope with all his strength.

The advantage of the location of the soil slope and high ground is highlighted at this moment. It saves a lot of effort by hitting the low with the high.

The overturned Western Turkic horses kept pouring out on the front line, chopped off their heads, and rolled down the slope with the coercion, leaving a trail of red blood stains.

But after all, more than 10,000 people attacked the team of more than 1,000 people, and the latter's advantages gradually reduced due to the advantages of the terrain, and gradually moved toward the top of the slope.

"Hold on! Don't let them rush in!"

Ge Shuhan knew in his heart that every time the offer was moved by an inch, it meant that the own tribe’s chance of surviving would be reduced by one point.

Waiting to truly force all the soldiers under his command to the top of the slope is also his true death time.

"Make up! Make up!"

"No matter how many people there are, the area on this slope is limited, and they won't be able to rush up for a while!"

Obviously, his brother Shuhan still underestimated the strength of this group of barbarians before. No matter how fast his own people were, it would be difficult to stop such crazy advancement.

The blood-stained brother Shuhan glanced at the black army, and the corpse rolling down under his feet, gritted his teeth.

"I won't just be ruined here today..."

In the faint, the eastern land, the earth trembles, it seems that a large number of soldiers and horses are coming surging.

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